1975...I remember my mom coming in my room to kiss me on the forehead before she left for work at 2am. Little did she know, I wasn't sleep. I'd get up as soon as I heard the front door close so I could watch her walk in the dark past my bedroom window.
She worked so hard to provide for us. While I knew then that she was working hard, I never truly appreciated how hard until I was an adult with kids myself. I was truly blessed.
